
My friend, Jim, stopped by on Labor Day and we spent hours on ancestry.com. I began to learn things about Lola’s life. It was horrible. The way people lived in the early 20th century was hard and those of us now would surely never survive that lifestyle. I’m discovering so much.
According to my mom, my dad was taken away from Lola and placed somewhere, when he was about 14. She was then institutionalized. My grandfather, Earl (aka Red), had gone to No. CA (I believe) during that time for work. Details are still vague. I have learned that Lola had a brother in LA and must now do the research to find his family (family that I do not know). This connection could prove valuable in my search.